justwrite 28 january

the inability of sleep to creep up fast enough on the work the jerk of my head as i'm sleeping instead of making progress a resume a formula for success a triumph over buckled floodboards lording it over the rest of the to-do's and the shoes that might be dry try for their own moments in the spotlight but even their sole music can't do it i am carried away and as i slump the lump in my throat floats up higher and my mouth sews itself shut keeps in those what-otherwise suggestions the misdirected corrections of how things mightcould have been we're finished here and that's more clear as my eyes darken and the day fails to continue